Birds are circling above. They're called back to a waiting glove. Oh, why don't they fly away?. Surely they'd have guessed by now. There is no gun to shoot them down.
Lady life, don't you cry. My life, pain is God. Many nights, painful thoughts of her. Yell at me, again I'm wrong. . In denial, I tried to be your friend.
You simply defy, I cannot and look through the sky. We try it single file, dig on me, here is my denial. I cannot ever find something safe, my tongue on the fly.